I am a Year 8 student at Saint Patrick's School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 8 and my teacher is Ms. George.
Tuesday, 3 December 2019
Monday, 2 December 2019
Monday, 4 November 2019
Wednesday, 30 October 2019
Friday, 25 October 2019
Families are special!
In a good family I should love all the wonderful and heartbreaking moments
that we have together.
that we have together.
Being part of an amazing family has always been my life experience.
\My family has always done everything to make them successful and now I
want to take those skills to make me successful when I take up the challenge
of adulthood.
\My family has always done everything to make them successful and now I
want to take those skills to make me successful when I take up the challenge
of adulthood.
The most important skill to have in family is trust whether if your starting a
business together ,playing as a team in a sporting event, and planning your
kids birthday parties. All you ever need is trust because that feeling will help
you overcome any obstacle until you reach the end of your life.
business together ,playing as a team in a sporting event, and planning your
kids birthday parties. All you ever need is trust because that feeling will help
you overcome any obstacle until you reach the end of your life.
Your family's love for you is like a ring of fire that can never be broken and you
love for your family is eternal means your love will last forever.
love for your family is eternal means your love will last forever.
Monday, 14 October 2019
Tuesday, 24 September 2019
Narrative Story-The TREASURE BOX!
All I can see is death and destruction covering our fantastic village with a deadly and
dangerous plague that infects everyone around it. People screaming in agony as shots
terminate and terrify the villagers, People are wondering who would do such a life -
threatening crime.
dangerous plague that infects everyone around it. People screaming in agony as shots
terminate and terrify the villagers, People are wondering who would do such a life -
threatening crime.
Dad and I with all the villagers pack up all of their belongings and leave the village.
It still smells like burnt bodies and rotting flesh. The villagers feet are warm on the
inside but on the outside it feels like wintering snow on a cold Christmas night filled
snowflakes.
It still smells like burnt bodies and rotting flesh. The villagers feet are warm on the
inside but on the outside it feels like wintering snow on a cold Christmas night filled
snowflakes.
As we were marching through the frosty snow, I was still thinking about my mum who
had been missing for 2 days before the bombing. I remembered all the times that I
spend together with mum. When last year mum made me delicious mouth filling
cookies that tasted so delicious that with each bite it would take me to heaven. Or when
the time mum made me her famous hot chocolate. I loved it so much that I would call
it the families special. Deep in my heart I will love mum to the end of my own life and
I continue to wish I would find mum someday in the future.
had been missing for 2 days before the bombing. I remembered all the times that I
spend together with mum. When last year mum made me delicious mouth filling
cookies that tasted so delicious that with each bite it would take me to heaven. Or when
the time mum made me her famous hot chocolate. I loved it so much that I would call
it the families special. Deep in my heart I will love mum to the end of my own life and
I continue to wish I would find mum someday in the future.
15 miles from our new home my dad shows signs of being sick, coughing, sneezing,
headache and stomach ache. I walk up to him and say “Dad what’s wrong,” he told me
that he is becoming very ill and won’t last much longer. Dad gives me a book and tells
me to keep it safe for us and our people for it is a treasure. When father told me this his
words shattered my heart into tiny baby sized pieces. At night I hold on to the treasure
while gripping his hands through the icy darkness. When morning comes I buried my
dad covering him in soft warm blankets as people throw their special belongings as a
gift into his grave. After the burial the people told me to leave the box with the treasure
inside but instead I leave the suitcase and take the treasure because it is most important.
headache and stomach ache. I walk up to him and say “Dad what’s wrong,” he told me
that he is becoming very ill and won’t last much longer. Dad gives me a book and tells
me to keep it safe for us and our people for it is a treasure. When father told me this his
words shattered my heart into tiny baby sized pieces. At night I hold on to the treasure
while gripping his hands through the icy darkness. When morning comes I buried my
dad covering him in soft warm blankets as people throw their special belongings as a
gift into his grave. After the burial the people told me to leave the box with the treasure
inside but instead I leave the suitcase and take the treasure because it is most important.
After feeling the effects of my father’s death I found an old linden tree that looked like
it lived throughout the 16th century it was a perfect place to bury my father’s treasure.
When I placed my father in the hole a tear came running down my face but for my
father I had to be strong so I wiped the tear away and buried my father’s treasure. I left
a pretty flower on top of the buried treasure as a symbol of our people and my love for
my father.
it lived throughout the 16th century it was a perfect place to bury my father’s treasure.
When I placed my father in the hole a tear came running down my face but for my
father I had to be strong so I wiped the tear away and buried my father’s treasure. I left
a pretty flower on top of the buried treasure as a symbol of our people and my love for
my father.
When each year turns into the next I have grown from a young helpful child to a
young responsible and wealthy man. While I was walking through a huge farm I
saw a little girl who was playing on the swings next to the oldest linden tree,
the place that I buried my father’s treasure when I was a child. I walked up
to the little girl and said “Hey do you want to see my father’s treasure,” the
girl said ”Oh yes please.” I dug up the treasure and opened the box, before
I could say a word to the little girl she said “Is there any rubies, silver or gold,”
but I explained and told her ”my father’s treasure was a book but not just any
ordinary book this book was about our people, about us it was greater than rubies,
silver and gold.
After I showed the little my family secret it reminded me of the old library that I used
to go to when I was 5, I asked the farmer’ permission to borrow his horse to travel
back to my old village. He said “Yes you fine and kind gentlemen.’’ So I took the
treasure box with me and sallied out to my village. On my journey, I saw my
father’s grave. I stopped to give him a picture of me with both mum and him
so he can remember our faces shining upon his quiet and peaceful sleep as a
gift from God himself. As I approach my destination point I hop off my
neighbours horse and find the old library, rebuilt like it was made for glory and
honour. I went inside the library and it was more beautiful and majestic than ever.
It looked like it was my own fairy tale story that never ends. I sit outside the library
painting it, so I can remember the time I spent everyday reading books that meant
so much to me and my family.
to go to when I was 5, I asked the farmer’ permission to borrow his horse to travel
back to my old village. He said “Yes you fine and kind gentlemen.’’ So I took the
treasure box with me and sallied out to my village. On my journey, I saw my
father’s grave. I stopped to give him a picture of me with both mum and him
so he can remember our faces shining upon his quiet and peaceful sleep as a
gift from God himself. As I approach my destination point I hop off my
neighbours horse and find the old library, rebuilt like it was made for glory and
honour. I went inside the library and it was more beautiful and majestic than ever.
It looked like it was my own fairy tale story that never ends. I sit outside the library
painting it, so I can remember the time I spent everyday reading books that meant
so much to me and my family.
Monday, 16 September 2019
Monday, 9 September 2019
Friday, 6 September 2019
Wednesday, 28 August 2019
Diary entry 1-Father is sick-Treasure box!
I was staying at a terrifying and unhappy dark shed then I saw my father weak and depressed as his final days of life is nearly at an end. I heard my lonely father say his last words before his death. I feel his soul being drained as he sleeps peacefully in his damp and fearless coffin.
Diary entry2- The burial day - Treasure box!
As of today my father is in his peaceful coffin but before I let him die in the cold wintery snow of eternity I wanted to say a few hopeful words that’s straight from my burning heart. As I finished my words I looked at his dead body praying to Jesus That his hands of life will take care of my father.
Friday, 23 August 2019
The Treasure Box!
As the Germans were invading and pillaging our lands.
I could smell the dead souls of people burned to death,
hearing people cry out in agony saddens my heart. I see
Jesus’ heart disintegrating as gunshots pierce the air. \
I feel like His soul is with me on my journey to a
new paradise.
I could smell the dead souls of people burned to death,
hearing people cry out in agony saddens my heart. I see
Jesus’ heart disintegrating as gunshots pierce the air. \
I feel like His soul is with me on my journey to a
new paradise.
Starting my out I feel angry and grumpy.
My feet melt the snow and that weaken my soul. I see Germans
hanging bodies as a sacrifice to the Nazi. I am sick of the
Germans shooting people.
My feet melt the snow and that weaken my soul. I see Germans
hanging bodies as a sacrifice to the Nazi. I am sick of the
Germans shooting people.
As we reached our destination, I am heartbroken. My old
village was raised to the ground by those nasty German
soldiers. All the villagers, soldiers and I occupied this
settlement.
village was raised to the ground by those nasty German
soldiers. All the villagers, soldiers and I occupied this
settlement.
During our journey to our new village German spies followed
us. Dressed in camouflage, like snow, they find out we have
a new village. Their leader may send vicious squadrons to
kill us.
us. Dressed in camouflage, like snow, they find out we have
a new village. Their leader may send vicious squadrons to
kill us.
The German soldiers knew where we were. Their cruel leader
sent 9 vicious squadrons to our new village. We were about
to defend our home when 3 squadrons of British soldiers came
along to assist us. Tanks came and trampled the vegetable
and fruit gardens. With the help of the British soldiers
and artillery we defeated the Germans and saved our
town forever. We may be low on food now but we are all safe.
sent 9 vicious squadrons to our new village. We were about
to defend our home when 3 squadrons of British soldiers came
along to assist us. Tanks came and trampled the vegetable
and fruit gardens. With the help of the British soldiers
and artillery we defeated the Germans and saved our
town forever. We may be low on food now but we are all safe.
Monday, 19 August 2019
Friday, 16 August 2019
Wednesday, 14 August 2019
Tuesday, 6 August 2019
Wednesday, 31 July 2019
Wednesday, 24 July 2019
Friday, 28 June 2019
Selah and her dad making history!
Yosemite National Park,California is said to have beautiful waterfalls and it also has mind blowing views where you can see the whole park.
Selah Schneiter, a 10 year old girl, along with her dad, climbed El Capitan. It took them five days to get to the top.
Selah and her dad climbed El Capitan in California making her the first 10 year old girl to climb granite rock face.
Wednesday, 26 June 2019
Job application
Erima ave
Panmure
Auckland
24.6.19
Dear sir/madam
My name is Christopher Tupou and I would like to apply to become an important
Journalist around the world.
Journalist around the world.
The reason why I want to apply for this job is because I really good at studying
people and animals.Also I have keen eyes that are easy to track animals from
wherever they go.
people and animals.Also I have keen eyes that are easy to track animals from
wherever they go.
I would be perfect for this because all of my experience learning about animals and
people and learning how to track living organisms I hope this letter would let me get
the job.
people and learning how to track living organisms I hope this letter would let me get
the job.
Yours truly
Christopher Tupou
Friday, 21 June 2019
Thursday, 20 June 2019
A Nude food letter to parents!
St Patrick’s
5 Church cres
Panmure
Auckland
20.6.19
Dear parents and caregivers,
We’re writing to inform of a chance in food policy at St Patrick's. From the beginning of
term 3 only nutritious, unpackaged food will be allowed at school.
term 3 only nutritious, unpackaged food will be allowed at school.
Throughout the year we have noticed an increase in unhealthy packaged food items.
These foods are high in sugar, fat, salt and other chemicals which leads to child obesity,
diabetes, heart attacks and strokes.
These foods are high in sugar, fat, salt and other chemicals which leads to child obesity,
diabetes, heart attacks and strokes.
We have also noticed a large amount of rubbish in our school which gets blow into our
community and waterways. To help you room 8 has come up with ideas which will
feature in the news letter. If your child brings packaged food to school it would be
named and sent home at friday afternoon.
community and waterways. To help you room 8 has come up with ideas which will
feature in the news letter. If your child brings packaged food to school it would be
named and sent home at friday afternoon.
This policy would be starting at the beginning of term 3. If you have any questions
please contact the office.
please contact the office.
Yours sincerely
Room 8
Tuesday, 18 June 2019
Friday, 7 June 2019
Thursday, 6 June 2019
Wednesday, 5 June 2019
Tuesday, 4 June 2019
Friday, 31 May 2019
Wednesday, 22 May 2019
Tuesday, 21 May 2019
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